"That's the spirit." Ignis replied with a nod, keeping his plan under his hat so to speak. He waited and watched a little worriedly as the other got up and wobbled. The advisor wasn't going to say anything, but it gave him a heads up that he might end up having to pick the boy up off of the ground or steady him should anything happen.

He tossed it up to the lad not eating only because he knew a certain king that did that sort of thing. True it hadn't happened in ages, but it had occurred a time or four when the king first lived on his own and 'forgot' to eat.

More like he couldn't cook and didn't want to admit it.

But Ignis patiently waited for the boy to catch up to him and he made sure he was only a short distance away. "First, we'll see if they have art supplies for your work. And then we'll see what else we can find."

Which translated to food.